Qi Fei and Agatha didn't have to wait long before Hestia arrived.
The Feast Witch sisters were wearing a bright red qipao today.
It had a slit that went all the way up to the armpit.
At the waist, it was held together by just a few thin strings. It looked as though the slightest breeze would reveal a breathtaking sight.
Of course, if you kept staring, you'd find that you couldn't see anything at all.
Her attached thigh-highs were like the deepest darkness in the universe, swallowing every gaze that ventured inside.
"See? I told you I wouldn't change. Her outfit's way more impressive than mine."
Qi Fei sent Agatha a meaningful look.
She had no idea why Hestia was dressed like this, but that didn't stop her from taking the opportunity to show off a little.
Witches, after all—boasting that you're the best is just part of everyday life, isn't it?
"That's surprising."
Agatha wasn't surprised by how sexy Hestia's outfit was.
For an all-female group like witches, sexiness and a simple love of beauty were hard to separate.
Aside from being rather daring, there was nothing particularly unusual about what Hestia was wearing.
What Agatha was more curious about was why Hestia wasn't wearing the classic witch outfit.
In Agatha's past experience, whenever Hestia went out for business, she always dressed like a typical Euro-Continent witch.
Even more extreme than the Chinese Witch and the native Euro-Continent witches.
Only when she went out for fun would she change into some other kind of casual dress.
Had something possessed her today?
"By the way, is there something wrong with what I'm wearing?"
Hestia was far too perceptive not to notice the exchange of glances between them.
Based on the character profiles she'd formed of Qi Fei and Agatha,